How I'd use what they taught me,
Tally marks, straight lines,
They never have let me go through
They wouldn't have taught me it
one two three four slash

Instead of on paper,
Counting cereal,
I re-learn these skills
Straight lines on my wrist,
Tally marks on my heart
one two three four *slash

I've come to like the distance,
I enjoy being distant.
Solitude comforts me.
Society disappoints me.
People just irritate me.

I know I shouldn't,
but I worry of things that won't change.
the ignorant people,
liars,
the lack of humanity.

Girls dressed like women,
women dressed like prostitutes.
The violence and lack of respect,
it's deafening.
What happened to this world?

I can't stand to be around this,
not anymore.

I've come to like the distance,
I enjoy being distant.
Solitude comforts me.
Society disappoints me.
People just irritate me.

They say 'burn your bridges'
But mine have been burning from the start
They say 'give a little love'
But I can't find that part of my heart
They give you advice they say you'll never follow
And follow it you won't
But why's the truth so hard to swallow
When accepting it, you don't

She cries late
                  every night
     Turns off all the
                           lights
         Sits in bed
bawls
             her eyes out
      in the dark
Cutting out pieces
      of her heart
No one can see
                          the scars
           of her sewing
back up her chest
       Soon she will be
             an empty shell
        Hopefully
                    putting her soul to rest
If her heart
                    is no longer there
It can't get broken,
              right?
If no one can see
                          the tears
Then she never cried,
                     right?